The silence of the lightless hall can be heard.
When the name Luo appears, everyone will involuntarily remember his past.
This is a taboo-like name, a fishbone stuck in the throats of top speakers. .
"Why did he appear there?"
After a long silence, Jessol finally asked.
"How would I know?"
Long responded rather coldly.
Jessor stared deeply at the expressionless dragon, and then waved gently.
"Lock up the native species and let the council decide his future tomorrow."
Hearing this, a hint of sarcasm flashed across Long's face.
The so-called parliamentary decision was just a formality.
Jessore would not let the native species live.
This was a "secret" that almost everyone knew.
After a slight greeting, the guard took over the unconscious Fan, and Long turned around and left the Lightless Hall.
After the dragon left, the lightless hall suddenly shone with a misty light.
"Mist, what do you think about this matter?"
Jessall lowered his wrinkled eyelids, and his old face didn't know whether it was pensive or gloomy.
The voice came from the misty light, which was distant and mysterious, "Jessor, you don't need to worry, Luo's appearance may just be accidental."
"No, this is impossible.
You know him, I know him, and his appearance is too coincidental."
Jessor frowned his pale gray eyebrows, and his face was covered with mist under the hazy light.
With brown age spots, he is really too old.
It seems that even at the peak level, he cannot escape the fate of aging.
Mist sighed softly.
Jessor was right.
They all knew Luo, and they understood him deeply.
"Don't worry, Jessor, he can't stop anything.
When the council's decision comes, everything will be in vain."
Settled.”
"Yes."
Jesol nodded lightly.
The hazy glow quickly faded.
And when it is about to disappear, with the last bit of light.
The place where the sound came from, the place where the light source came from, was not a human being, but a huge insect crystal.
The next day, hundreds of people were waiting in front of the Lightless Hall.
This is hundreds of peak lives, except those who are performing tasks outside.
Almost all the peak beings loyal to the Peak Council gathered here.
Such a huge number can easily destroy any organization or civilization.
Accompanied by the solemn bells, the Lightless Hall slowly opened, and the peak beings with solemn expressions stepped in.
They knew the purpose of coming here today, which was about the future of the parliament, their future, and the future of mankind.
Of course, this is what they think.
The lightless hall of deep understanding became bright at this moment.
At this moment, its internal structure finally emerged before our eyes.
Eleven huge and fantastically colored insect crystals surround the entire lightless hall in a circle, with each insect crystal carved into a huge seat.
There is one person sitting in each chair.
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They are the Speakers of the Peak Parliament, who control the future of the entire Parliament.
The peak beings who filed in took their seats one after another.
Their seats were very particular, and each belonged to a certain Speaker.
But when everyone was seated, there was one spot that seemed unusually abrupt.
Long, he was sitting alone in a seat many lower than the other speakers.
There were many empty seats behind him.
The most strange thing is that compared to the other eleven people, there are huge insect crystals under their bodies.
Beneath him was just a simple chair, the seventh speaker of the twelve-person Peak Council.
There seems to be anomalies everywhere that are different from others.
A slight cough immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The first seat in the Peak Council.
At the highest point in the audience, Jessore solemnly lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head.
"Today," his voice was loud and serious, "the Hall of Light is opened again, and five full years have passed since the last time."
After waiting for the discussion in the hall to pass, Jessore continued, "The native species has been successfully captured.
Here today, we will jointly pronounce his future."
Fierce discussion suddenly rang out in the hall.
The original species, this existence that every peak being who swore allegiance to the Parliament must understand, this existence that occupies an important position in their long lives, this prophecy is related to the survival of the Peak Parliament.
The existence, today, finally appeared "In the process of capturing the native species, we unfortunately sacrificed two excellent soldiers.
From this point of view, the danger of the native species is self-evident."
"Kill him, he is the source of evil."
Fierce shouts immediately rang out from the hall.
"He cannot be allowed to continue to grow.
Parliament has an obligation to protect the future of mankind."
Pressing down his hands, Jessor stopped his loud shouting, "But justice always defeats evil.
No matter what, the native species was successfully captured by us, and the person who accomplished this feat was our seventh council leader, Dragon." " Almost instantly, Long could feel the peeping eyes on him from all directions.
There was respect, awe, fear, and conflict, but to him, these were meaningless.
"And now, under our joint witness, in the name of the justice of the Summit Council, we jointly pronounce the fate of the prophesied enemy of all living beings, the native species."
Accompanied by Jessor's high and resonant voice, the side hall of the parliament opened with a bang, and was escorted by a team of peak-level guards.
Van's head was lowered, and his whole body was blocked by heavy shackles.
Step by step, every step he took was extremely difficult.
The heavy shackles were made of unknown materials, making him feel powerless despite his peak strength.
"Kill him, kill him, kill him."
Almost the moment he appeared, the entire council was like a pot exploding, with high-pitched roars filled with hatred that could not be understood by Van.
This hatred is sincere and passionate, as if it is engraved in their bones.
But have they seen themselves and understood him?
The answer is no.
So where does their hatred come from?
He twitched the corner of his mouth sarcastically, and combined with Jessor's previous "words of justice", the peak council that originally held considerable weight in Brahma's heart suddenly collapsed.
"A group of order builders disguised as hypocrites."
Fan laughed silently.
"Kneel down" In the center of the circular parliament hall, the guard escorting him kicked him down.
He raised his head with difficulty, and the heavy shackles around his neck almost bent him.
Amidst the noisy discussion, he finally saw clearly the real corner of the Peak Council.
The first to bear the brunt were the twelve Speakers.
Fan's eyes stayed on the huge insect crystal under them for a particularly long time.
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Secondly, there are a large number of peak beings sitting behind them.
There are actually factions here.
It seems that human nature will not undergo drastic changes due to the evolution of life levels.
Fan's sarcastic grin widened even further.
"Native species, do you know your sin?"
The booming voice carried the anger of judgment.
It roared and hit Fan who was kneeling on the ground.
He slowly raised his head and looked directly at the First Council President on the huge insect crystal.
This was the first time that Fan saw him.
For some reason, he felt a sense of hatred.
Jessore has gray hair and gray eyebrows, his long beard is gray, and even the clothes he wears are gray.
Brown age spots were mottled on his face, and deep wrinkles covered his face.
Thick eyelids almost covered his eyes, and the folds on his neck were particularly thick.
The corners of his mouth were slightly drooped, with a hint of natural majesty.
It was really hard to imagine how many years he had gone through to grow like this.
"Terrible" wrinkles.
At this time, the old and excessive First Council Speaker was pointing at him from afar with his loose-skinned fingers.
"I know it's a sin," Fan smiled sarcastically, and almost didn't bother to reply.
"Silence means acceptance.
Dirty native species, we should let him go to hell immediately."
"The Supreme Council of Justice will never allow him to destroy the world.
We are the guardians of order."
The excited shouts could still be heard clearly amid the noisy discussion.
With natural judgment, they announced the fate of Brahman from above.
"Native species, I ask you again, do you know your guilt?"
Jessore's loud voice overcame everything else.
"Do you know my name?"
"What" was disrupted by Fan's sudden question, and everyone couldn't help but pause.
"Do you know my name?"
He repeated it again, and his sarcasm became more obvious.
However, when faced with his question, everyone was silent for a moment except for looking at each other in embarrassment.
"You don't even know my name.
But you are here to judge my crimes without shame.
This is the procedure of the Summit Council.
This is the justice you uphold.
It's disgusting."
The sonorous tone shocked everyone.
Only then did they realize that they actually didn't know the name of the native species.
"We don't have to know his name.
Just like light rejects darkness, justice hates evil, he is sin.
I don't want to be tainted by his filth, even if I know his name."
"If he is guilty, there is no need for us to know the name of the criminal."
The defense voice was full of righteousness.
"You ask me if I know my sins, then I'll ask you again, what sins have I committed?"
"You have caused harm to the world, and countless lives have died in your hands," the Sixth Speaker shouted.
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"You have never killed anyone.
None of you have ever killed anyone.
Your hands are stained with blood.
What qualifications do you have to judge me?"
"That's different.
We are here to maintain order," the Sixth Speaker retorted.
"I am here to live" "So you are sinful" "If living is a sin, then you all deserve death."
"It's ridiculous.
If everyone killed others just to stay alive, the world would have collapsed and lost order."
The Ninth Speaker sneered.
"Then you think there is still order in this world?"
Fan asked.
"That's what we stand for," someone in the parliament shouted.
"Hmph, you're a lofty ant."
"What did you say" "Don't waste time with him.
Didn't he kill Bai Fenglie and Fran?
Just for this reason, he deserves death."
This was the roar of the third speaker.
Bai Fenglie and Fran were his subordinates.
He almost couldn't help but sneer, and the image of the Peak Council in his heart fell again and again.
"According to your wishes, I should just let them take me back without any help, and then accept the judgment of my fate by you, a group of superior beings."
"Your existence itself is a crime, and crimes must be punished.
This is the order upheld by the Summit Council," the fourth speaker pronounced.
Hearing this, Fan suddenly stopped talking.
"Native species, does your silence mean that you have confessed?"
Jessore's voice said at this time.
"My existence itself is a sin.
You can even say such things.
Does it matter whether I plead guilty or not?
Or if I plead guilty, you can let me go."
"Killing him cannot let him go.
We cannot let him reproduce the fragments of the prophecy.
We must strangle him in the cradle."
"Kill him" "Kill him" Silently mocking, the arrogance from the Peak Council almost made Fan laugh out loud.
This was an extremely angry retort, a silent mockery.
They didn't understand him at all, and of course they didn't want to understand him.
They judged at will and abused their superiority.
Majesty, this is a group of wretches who have lost touch with the reality of the world, ants living in the so-called righteous order.
Fan couldn't figure out why they were like this.
An extraordinary and peak life could be so arrogant.
Or perhaps, it is precisely because they are otherworldly that they are exceptionally arrogant.
The long trial process was heard in his ears, and Fan was too lazy to listen, let alone answer, because he knew that no matter how he argued, the final outcome was doomed.
This was a farce, and arguing with the arrogant was a waste of time. .
This is a group of gods who think they are superior and judge the world.
"The final decision will be decided by the parliamentary speakers."
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Along with Jessore's resolution, each parliament speaker lit up the insect crystals under their bodies in turn, symbolizing their agreement with the final resolution.
All eleven insect crystals lit up, except for one person.
"Seventh Speaker, what's your opinion?"
Long slowly opened his eyes.
From the beginning of the meeting, he had been in a state of sleep all the way until the final resolution came out.
Slowly sitting up straight, Long said calmly, "Does my opinion matter?
Since you have already decided, why bother asking me."
After taking a deep look at the dragon, Jessor nodded and said, "In this case, unanimous vote passes.
The native species will be imprisoned and executed tomorrow."
The cold trial thus decided Van's fate.
Until the end, he didn't know what crime he had committed.
Perhaps, as they said, his existence itself was a mistake.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
Jessor looked at Fan who was being escorted and stood up.
Fan was silent at first, and then when the people escorting him thought he had nothing to say and were about to take him away, he suddenly spoke.
"have."
"Say."
Jessor said as if giving alms.
Fan looked around, as if he wanted to clearly remember every face here, "Remember my words, if you can't kill me tomorrow, sooner or later one day, I will want you all to turn into ashes."
There was neither lowness nor highness in the tone, no hatred, nor threat.
It was just such a plain sentence, as plain as water.
But it was such a plain sentence that proved his firm determination.
"We can't let him live.
He dares to threaten the parliament."
"As the prophecy says, letting him live will surely destroy us" the council was filled with angry shouts.
Laughing silently again, Van lowered his head sarcastically.
"Take away" Jessor frowned his saggy forehead, and the deep wrinkles were like an ax and a chisel.
Seeing that Fan was about to disappear into the depths of darkness, the door of the parliament suddenly opened at this moment.
"Jessor, do you still remember our agreement?
The decision we made was not to kill him just like this."
White clothes, white robes, a figure shrouded in pure white, and stars hanging upside down.
What almost screamed was a crowd of half-kneeling creatures.
"Oracle, see Lord Oracle":